No, that's a GOOD thing


...and she's a good kid

T'other day Daughter and I were in the car coming or going somewhere, and she was rattling on in her typical fashion -- memo to everyone: never kiss the Blarney Stone if you may be pregnant -- about how happy she was that two of her favorite friends were back from India (or Pakistan, I never can remember which, or maybe it's one of each) where their individual families had carted each of them to over the summer break to visit relatives. She was making plans to hang with one of them before school starts back up, since that friend doesn't attend the same high school Daughter does. Then Daughter asked, "Is it racist that my best friends are all from that area?" (She has other friends whose parents / grandparents just happen to be from that area, too.)

*blink, blink*

I said, "Um, nooooooo, I don't think so. I mean, you didn't set out to be friends with them because of the color of their skin, did you?"

She answered, "No. Swati and I had six out of seven classes together last year. I ate lunch with Umi all three years in middle school. And I've known Maya since she started at the [primary school for gifted children]. It's just happened that way."

"Then I think that's the opposite of racist, honey," I replied quietly.

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